The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform No application for - snitches, niggaz, but you can join Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime Superiority, I can stop time And I am the minority, so who can knock mines? Purposely placed here on purpose to shine Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind Get some M's, then gettin' to win And transfer all U.S. currency for yen A few friends, few next to kin Yes it's true, I flew through in that fluorescent Benz Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten Niggaz gon' respect my pen Survived in two droughts, two seperate games So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get out my lane" My homey's homey did ten in chain So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain I explained, it's bigger game then just street nigga fame Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane Reachin' the next chapter after of life after I mastered Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards